HP Wizard Age

There are many famous paintings hanging in the corridors of Hogwarts. Whenever students pass by, the portraits will say hello.It's just that this year is a little different, they switched to singing.

"Oh... when are they going to stop this song!" The Gryffindors went back to the common room to cross the changing stairs, which were full of portraits.

"Can you believe it! They even split parts for each other, and there was a chorus! Listen! Here comes—"

【Come on, come on, take up our weapons, we will compose the battle song of hope, we will pull up the curtain of victory, the road we have traveled is a legend】

【We are here, holding the light in our hands, painting the night with the dawn, presenting the rainbow with the sky, driving away the smog for the future】

[The rotten will eventually pass away, and the warrior will be reborn]

……

The Gryffindors sang the portrait of the Fat Lady with a triumphant song.

"Wait! Wait!" After the fat lady sang the last note high-pitched, she said with a red face, "Password."

"Love and peace..." the Gryffindor said weakly.That's the name of the song, cheesy...but very thoughtful.

"That's right!" The fat lady now speaks in bel canto, "Which part of this song do you like the most, oh! I like the chorus the most! Do you know what the chorus is about?"

Gryffindor turned pale when he heard this, and hurried into the open hole.

"She will say this once she sees people, and everyone in Gryffindor knows that she likes the chorus!"

"Merlin..."

"Be happy, although the chorus is about Slytherin, at least the chorus is about us Gryffindors."

"Hogwarts, glory never dies..."

Blaise was lying on the couch in Slytherin, humming the victory song as well, looking at Humanity sitting on the opposite sofa, "I like this song, especially the chorus part, Slytherin's love! Oh !"

He pretentiously pressed one hand on his chest and raised the other to the top of his head. The vivid expression on his face was like the protagonist who saw his lover in the war.

"Anyway, the chorus is written according to your story. I heard that Ms. Laurie wrote this song and visited all the portraits in Hogwarts."

Seeing that the people on the sofa didn't move, Blaise spread his hands and said, "Besides, there are many Slytherin sofas, why do you two squeeze into a small sofa." Blaise said with anger and resentment behind him. tone of voice.

Probably hearing something, Draco finally said leisurely, "Don't be jealous, Blaise."

Blaise denies three consecutive: No, I don't think too much about you.

Draco slid his fingers across the pages of the book, making sure that Astria in his arms turned to the next page after reading this page, "You can also find your fiancée, oh, I forgot, you don't have one." Draco Said without apology, the tone is full of showing off.

He added at the end, "We have a marriage contract." The kind where families exchange tokens.So what if the two of them just love to huddle together on the armchair.

Blaise looked away unbearably when he received the hint.

But Asteria was finally willing to move away from the picture book, looked up at Draco helplessly, stroked his chin amusedly, changed back to his doting smile, then turned to Blaise and said, "Draco Coe was right, we are now legal."

Blaise: Well, you don't need to say it, didn't you see that the eyebrows of the surname Malfoy were about to rise to the ceiling?

"However, I also like the chorus." Asteria tilted her head, "As a thank you, we can give Ms. Laurie a brand new gold photo frame, maybe she will like it?"

Draco put his arms around her, "Of course, honey."

Seeing the two of them sticking together on the sofa and reading picture books as if no one else was there, Millicent leaned over and shook his head with Blaise, "I don't think you should get closer."

Blaise: "... I was naive!"

The seventh grade courses are not very full, but because of the extremely important NEWTs exam in the last year, the professors will arrange piles of parchment and spell exercises after each class, which makes the seventh grade students complain endlessly.

Dumbledore returned to the school to serve as the headmaster, and his deeds of resurrection from the dead are expected to add another touch of beauty to his legendary story.

At least the first graders are ready to tell the juniors what to say.It is enough for them to be proud to be able to take the first half of the class with the seniors and sisters who participated in the final battle.

"Mr. Potter, I'm really worried about your NEWTs exam. You should thank Professor Slughorn for taking you into the Advanced Potions class." Professor Snape glanced at the cauldron in front of Harry and said, " But it's a pity that you fell into my hands again."

"I'll try, Professor." Harry said dryly.

"I hope so. Next, we will deal with the Mandrake..." Professor Snape glanced at him again, and walked to the podium with a flick of his black robe.

In the new semester, Professor Slughorn resigned with Headmaster Dumbledore because he was too old, the teaching of Potions fell on Professor Snape, and Defense Against the Dark Arts...

"Why did Sirius say to get along well with Snape?" Ron saw that Snape had gone to Slytherin again, and secretly said to Harry, "I finally accepted that Snape is on our side." people, and I thought I'd escape Snape's Potions class by the new year."

"You should call the professor," Hermione interjected.

"Okay, Professor..."

"It seems to have something to do with Regulus Black - Sirius' brother," Harry replied. "Snape was a great help."

"Regulus Black?"

"Mr. Weasley, what should we do with the Mandrake?" Professor Snape's voice sounded abruptly, making Ron tremble, and then quickly wrinkled his face - he didn't know!

There was a moment of silence in the classroom.

"Five points from Gryffindor."

...still couldn't escape Snape's Gryffindor point penalty.

Draco chuckled at Gryffindor, gloating uncontrollably.

Asteria copied the notes on the blackboard, thinking that Professor Black would add them back to them in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class anyway.

That's right, Sirius Black was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year. At that time, she still remembered Draco's complicated expression when he heard the news at the long table... It's hard to describe.

After Potions class was over, the snow fell even more outside the castle. This should be the last snow of this month, as if he wanted to have a good time in the last few days.

The students hurried back to the lounge, and some students were discussing what to buy in Hogsmeade tomorrow as they walked.

Astria builds a snowman once a year and completes the task early.The two of them prefer to nest together in the dormitory.

The logs in the fireplace glowed orange-red, and the diamond-shaped glass on the window sill was covered with frost.

As soon as Draco came out of the bathroom, he heard a sweet and crisp laughter, and he subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

On the desk not far away are the parchments of the two of them, on which are half-written papers and books that have been consulted.

There was the sound of flipping a book on the bed, and Draco's eyes moved along.

The girl was wearing the same dark gray silk pajamas as he was, and she was flipping through a picture book on her stomach. With laughter, her two flawless white feet swayed lightly. Because of the movement, the skirt that reached her knees also swayed.

There are creases on the bed sheet, which are obviously the marks of her rolling out when she laughed, which is probably the case. The satin pajamas are not very neat, and the neckline at the back is slightly open. Her hands are supporting the bed and her chin , so that the beautiful bare shoulder blades outline the perfect line.

Because the excessively long hair prevented the girl from reading, she threw it all aside, leaving only a little black curly hair mischievously curled on the girl's jade-like skin, like a pearl covered with a black veil, with the temptation to hide it , people can't wait to lift the veil.

He thought so, and did so.

The cool lips fell on the girl's back, and he could feel the rustling sound of Astria's fingertips across the bed sheet.

But he was fascinated by the continuous touch, like raindrops falling on the lake, like a gentle breeze caressing the water waves, light or heavy touches, tasted it a little bit, but couldn't stop.

"...Draco?" Such intimacy made Asteria's voice tinge with shame.

There was warm breath in her ears, which quickly dyed her ears pink.

He smiled and kissed her face, sat up beside her, and looked down at her.

"Are you cold? It's snowing a lot outside." Astria looked at the large swaths of snow falling outside the window, he just went out for a trip.

As she said that, she moved towards Draco, extended her hot hands to his face, and boasted to herself, "My hands are hot, I'll cover them for you."

Draco didn't let her cover it, but also stretched out his left hand, and interlocked his fingers. The ring fingers of both hands wore rings of the same style. The rings in the shape of silver branches held dark green gemstones, one big and one small. , reflecting each other under the light.

He kissed the girl's ring lightly, his eyelashes trembling, and kissed her fingertips again next time. He let go of his hand, but held Astria's wrist, and the kiss lingered intermittently in his palm, along the The line of the palm touched her slender wrist, which seemed to be coated with honey paste, and the tips of the canine teeth pierced the delicate flesh, making it crisp and numb.

Astria felt that Draco was a bit different tonight. When she met those gray-blue eyes, she seemed to see a string of sparks from the inside when the iron tongs were poked into the fire, and it was like the same A flaming star trails its tail into the ocean, brightening into the depths.

She blinked and understood something, she felt Draco's hand pressed against her lower back, his palm was hot, his other hand quickly pulled out the picture book that was pressed behind the two of them, and threw it on the sofa.

"Draco..." Her hands gripped Draco's nightgown tightly, and there were messy folds everywhere.

The platinum head buried in the girl's neck lifted up, "Huh?"

"...Is it because the fireplace has been burning for too long, I'm a little hot..."

Her words stunned Draco for a second, and then he couldn't help chuckling.

He glanced at the fireplace as she wanted, and turned back to meet her watery eyes, which were full of hazy broken light. Look at her black hair scattered like petals, and the curve of every hair tip They are as delicate as the flower branches embroidered on the sheets.

Like the black algae washing away at the bottom of a black lake, hooking him, leading him, and willingly sinking into him.

"No, dear." The words were crushed between the lips and teeth.

When the two of them were stuck together, they could feel the accelerated beating in the other's chest.

They separated slightly, seeing that the end of Draco's eyes was also flushed, and Asteria took the initiative to kiss him.

The gray-blue eyes darkened, and there was a dark swirl in the sea.

Astria glanced at him and didn't dare to look at him, her eyes drifted on his Adam's apple, and when it was rolling, she leaned close to it, like him kissing her wrist, kissing her gently or hard.

It was as if something had been turned into a vortex.

Then there was a kind of out-of-control chaos.

Only the tassels on the curtains swayed from time to time, and there was the crackling sound of dry wood in the fireplace, and the sound of snowflakes falling outside the window.

……

When Astria woke up again, the light and shadow in the curtain made her unable to tell whether it was day or night outside.

She subconsciously groped to the side, only to find the cold bed sheet, which was empty.

Her consciousness slowly came back, ah... She seemed to remember that Draco told her that he would go to Professor Snape's and come back later, so that she could sleep again.

Asteria curled up in the bed, remembering what happened last night, her face turned red after realizing it, and she was still wearing the nightgown that Draco put on before he left—his nightgown.

There was movement at the door, as if someone had walked in.

"Draco?"

Draco let the scarf fly to hang up, heard the sound, unbuttoned the top button, and walked over, only to see a small red face exposed in the two curtains.

Asteria saw scattered red spots on Draco's fair neck at a glance, from Adam's apple to collarbone and into the shirt, as if...she...did it...

She shrank into the curtain embarrassedly, but Draco opened the curtain a little bit and leaned half his body in.

His nightgown was a bit too big for her, and after she tossed and tossed it, the girl's shoulders couldn't be covered. The thumb followed the arc of the shoulder upwards, brushed the same reddish mark, held her face, and kissed her , "It's already evening, let's eat."

"It's night?" Astria tilted her head, and it took a while to realize that it was the next night.

She gathered up her collar and was about to go down, but saw Draco put a small table directly on the bed, which was full of food.

So she enjoyed Malfoy's full table service.

Finally Draco handed her a bottle of potion, she took it and drank it, before saying, "What is this?"

What is rare is that Draco didn't blush when something like that happened last night, but now he put his hand to his mouth and coughed, with a little powder on his face, "Well... we didn't have it last night... it's too early to have that now."

Astria understood and looked at him. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then looked away at the same time, blushing.

"What did you say last night?" Astria brought up a topic.In the middle of last night, I heard him say something in her ear. At that time, I was in a daze and couldn't remember clearly.

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Draco's ears were even redder.

"Love poem..."

Asteria's eyes lit up, and she moved over to hug him, "I want to listen to it again!" Afraid that he would not agree, she hugged him, kissed, chewed and acted like a baby.

When she was pressed on the quilt again, she heard him say——

"I have no other stars, you have copied the ever-reproducing universe."

———Follow-up———

On Monday, the Potions paper was due.

Astria, who hadn't been out of the dormitory on weekends, was despairing that she had only written half of her thesis, but found that her thesis had already been handed in.

Blaise entered the Slytherin lounge and knocked on the sofa chairs of the two of them, "Draco, the dean asked you two to go to his office."

He walked back after walking for a while, "Why are you still wearing scarves, isn't it hot?"

Astria stood up guilty, "Not hot!"

Professor Snape's office was very close to the cellar, and he arrived within a few steps.

"What is Professor Snape calling us? Draco, do you know?" Asteria looked up at him, holding his arm.

"Probably... about the thesis."

"Huh?" Astria was confused.

Before she could ask carefully, the door of the office opened, meeting Professor Snape's familiar eyes, the two of them stood apart silently.

Professor Snape sat behind a desk with two papers on it.

"Miss Knightley."

Astria flicked, "Yes, Professor."

"You wrote several uses of the Mandrake in your paper."

"Hmm...Three?" Astria was uncertain, she looked up at Professor Snape's eyes, "Four?"

Professor Snape's face darkened even more.

"Oh! Professor, I have a headache. I think I caught a cold over the weekend. I forgot...how many kinds..." Asteria became smaller and smaller under Professor Snape's heavy eyes. Weak and inaudible.

Snape ignored her and picked up the paper, "Mr. Malfoy, look at Miss Knightley's paper, does it look familiar? Even if Miss Knightley has a cold, you can't help your fiancée write a paper " At the end, Professor Snape paused every word, especially emphasizing the word "cold".

Astria blinked, stretched her hand behind her back, and scratched the palm of the person next to her.

Draco grabbed her finger with a serious face, "I know I was wrong, Godfather, and I will never do it again."

Snape: "..."

"Godfather, you are also her godfather."

Snape: "...I'm not."

"In a few months."

Snape: "...you guys get out."

"Good godfather, I'm prone to catch a cold recently, pay attention to your health godfather." Draco Lima pulled Astria out.

Astria was stunned for a moment, then sniffed vigorously in cooperation, and followed, "Pay attention to the godfather of the body."

The two of them were then sent out of the office by a spell.